lantern and flashed it around he found that the crew of the dhow had already been subdued, and were spreadeagled on the deck. There were a dozen or so half-naked dark-skinned sailors, but among them an elderly man dressed in a full-length robe whom Hal at first took to be the captain.
'Bring that one here,' he ordered. When they dragged the captive to him, Hal saw that he had a flowing beard, which reached almost to his knees, and a cluster of Coptic crosses and rosaries dangling down onto his chest. The square mitre on his head was embroidered with gold and silver thread.
'All right!' he cautioned the men who held him. 'Treat him gently. He's a priest.' They released their prisoner with alacrity. The priest rearranged his robes and brushed out his beard with his fingertips, then drew himself up to his full height and regarded Hal with frosty dignity.
'Do you speak English, Father?' Hal asked. The man stared back at him. Even in the uncertain lantern light, his gaze was cold and piercing. He showed no sign of having understood.
Hal switched into Latin. 'Who are you, Father?'
'I am Fasilides, Bishop of Aksum, confessor to his Christian Majesty Iyasu, Emperor of Ethiopia,' he replied, in fluent, scholarly Latin.
'I humbly beg your forgiveness, your grace. I mistook this ship for an Islamic marauder. I crave your blessing.' Hal went down on one knee. Perhaps I am pouring too much oil, he thought, but the Bishop seemed to accept this as his due. He made the sign of the cross over Hal's head, then laid two fingers on his brow.
'In no mine patris, et filii, et spirit us sancti,' he intoned and gave Hal his ring to kiss. He seemed sufficiently mollified for Hal to press the advantage.
'This is a most providential encounter, your grace.' Hal rose to his feet again, 'I am a Knight of the Temple of the Order of St. George and the Holy Grail. I am on a voyage to place my ship and its company at the disposal of the Prester John, the Most Christian Emperor of Ethiopia, in his holy war against the forces of Islam. As His Majesty's confessor, perhaps you could lead me to his court.'
'It may be possible to arrange an audience,' said Fasilides importantly.
However, his aplomb was shaken and his manner much improved when the dawn light revealed the power and magnificence of the Golden Bough, and he became even more amenable when Hal invited him aboard and offered to convey him on the rest of his journey.
Hal could only guess at why the Bishop of Aksum should be creeping around the islands at midnight in a small, smelly fishing dhow, and Fasilides became remote and haughty again when questioned. 'I am not at liberty to discuss affairs of state, either temporal or spiritual.'
Fasilides brought his two servants aboard with him, and one of the fishermen from the dhow to act as a pilot for Hal. Once on board the Golden Bough, he settled comfortably into the small cabin adjoining Hal's. With a local pilot on board Hal was able to head on towards Mitsiwa with all dispatch, not even deigning to shorten sail when the sun set that evening.
He invited Fasilides to dine with him and the good Bishop showed a deep affinity for Llewellyn's wine and brandy. Hal kept his glass filled to the brim, a feat that called for sleight of hand. Fasilides' dignity lowered in proportion to the level in the brandy decanter, and he answered Hal's questions with less and less reserve. 'The Emperor is with General Nazet at the monastery of St. Luke on the hills above Mitsiwa. I go to meet him there,' he explained.
'I have heard that the Emperor has won a great victory over the pagan at Mitsiwa?' Hal prompted him.
'A great and wonderful victory!' Fasilides enthused. 'In the Easter season, the pagan crossed the narrows of the Bah El Mandeb with a mighty army, then drove northwards up the coast seizing all the ports and forts. Our Emperor Caleb, father of Iyasu, fell in battle and much of our army was scattered and destroyed. The war dhows of El Grang fell upon our fleet in Adulis Bay and captured or burned twenty of our finest ships. Then when the pagan arrayed a hundred thousand men before Mitsiwa it seemed that God had forsaken Ethiopia.' Fasilides' eyes filled with tears and he had to take a deep draught of the good brandy to steady himself. 'But He is the one God and true to his people, and he sent us a warrior to lead our shattered army. Nazet came down from the mountains, bringing the army of the Amhara to join our forces here on the coast, and bearing in the vanguard the sacred Tabernacle of Mary Mother of God. This talisman is like a thunderbolt in Nazet's hand. Before its advance the pagan was hurled back in confusion.'
'What is this talisman of which you speak, your grace? Is it a sacred relic?' Hal asked.
The bishop lowered his voice and reached across the table to grip Hal's hand and stare into his eyes. 'It is a relic of Jesus Christ, the most powerful in all Christendom.' He stared into Hal's face with a fanatical fervour so intense that Hal felt his skin crawl with religious awe. 'The Tabernacle of Mary contains the Cup of Life, the Holy Grail that Christ used at the Last Supper. The same chalice in which Joseph of Arimathea collected the blood of the Saviour as he hung upon the Cross.'
'Where is the Tabernacle now?' Hal's voice was husky, and he returned Fasilides' grip with such strength that the old man winced. 'Have you seen it? Does it truly exist?'
'I have prayed over the Tabernacle that contains the sacred chalice, although none may view or lay hands upon the chalice itself.'
'Where is this holy thing?' Hal's voice rose with excitement. 'I have heard of it all my life. The chivalric order of which I am a Knight is based upon this fabulous cup. Where may I find it and worship before it?'
Fasilides seemed to sober at Hal's excitement, and he drew back, freeing his hand from Hal's grip. 'There are things which cannot be disclosed.' Once again he became remote and unapproachable. Hal realized that it would be unwise to pursue the subject further, and he sought some other topic to thaw the Bishop's frozen features.
'Tell me of the fleet engagement at Adulis Bay,' Hal suggested. 'As a sailor, my concerns lie heavily upon the seas. Was there a tall ship similar to this one fighting with the squadrons of Islam?'
The Bishop unbent a little. 'There were many ships on both sides.
Great storms of gunfire and terrible slaughter.' 'A square-rigged ship, flying the red croix pattge?' Hal insisted. 'Did you have report of such a one?' But it was cleat that the Bishop did not know a frigate from a quinquereme.
He shrugged. 'Perhaps the admirals and the generals will be able to answer these questions when we reach the monastery of St. Luke,' he suggested.
The following afternoon they sailed past the entrance to Adulis Bay, steering inshore of the island of Dahlak at the mouth of the bay. In this much Fasilides had been accurate in his report. The roads were crowded with shipping. A forest of mast and rigging was outlined against the brooding red hills that Tinged the bay. From each masthead flew the banners of Islam and the pennants of Omani and the Great Mogul.
Hal ordered the Golden Bough hove to, and he climbed to the main yard and sat there for an hour with the telescope held to his eye. It was not possible to count the number of ships at anchor in the bay, and the waters seethed with small boats ferrying the stores and provisions of a great army to the shore. Of one thing only Hal was certain, when he returned to the deck and ordered sail to be set once more. there was no square-rigged ship in Adulis Bay.
The shattered remnants of the Emperor Iyasu's fleet lay off Mitsiwa. Hal anchored well clear of these burned and battered hulks, and Fasilides sent one of his servants ashore in the longboat. 'He must find out if Nazet's headquarters are still at the monastery, and if they are we must arrange horses for us to travel there.'
While they waited for the servant to return, Hal made arrangements for his temporary absence from the Golden Bough. He decided to take only Aboli with him, and to leave command of the ship to Ned Tyler.
'Do not remain at anchor, for this is a lee shore, and you will be vulnerable if the Buzzard should find you here,' he warned Ned. 'Patrol well off the coast, and look upon every sail as that of an enemy. If you should encounter the Gull of Moray you are, under no circumstances, to offer battle. I shall return as swiftly as I am able. My signal will be a red Chinese rocket. When you see that, send a boat to pick me up from the shore.'
Hal fretted out the rest of that day and night but at first light the masthead hailed the deck. 'Small dhow coming out from the bay. Heading this way.'
Hal heard the cry in his cabin and hurried on deck. Even without his telescope he recognized Fasilides' servant standing on the open deck of the small craft. He sent for the Bishop. When Fasilides came on deck he was showing the effects of the previous evening's tippling, but he and the servant spoke rapidly in the Geez language. He turned to Hal. 'The Emperor and General Nazet are still at the monastery. Horses are waiting for us on the beach. We can be there by noon. My servant has brought clothing for you and your servant that will make you less conspicuous.'
In his cabin Hal donned the breeches of fine cotton that were cut full as petticoats and taken in at the ankles. The boots were of soft leather with pointed upturned toes. Over the cotton shirt he wore an embroidered dolman tunic that reached half-way down his thighs. The Bishop's servant showed him how to wind the long white cloth around his head to form the haik turban. Over the head cloth he fitted the burnished steel onion-shaped helmet, spiked on top and engraved and inlaid with Coptic crosses.
When he and Aboli came back on deck the crew
